AN: This was inspired by just one simple phrase in my mind. Anyways, enjoy.
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Yao sat in the empty nursery. The only thing being nursed in that room, was Yao's habit. Clouds of smoke covered the room like a wet blanket. He smiled, feeling euphoric. He smiled at the empty crib.
All for the better.
He had been telling himself. No child could be raised by an opium addict like him, right? Yao laughed, feeling peaceful and warm. The smile was bitter, but it would take an expert to see that.
Like him. Yao laughed at the thought of the British gentleman raising a child. It just didn't seem right. No one had loved that child more than Yao. For a while, he had even quit the opium game. Of course, screaming from the pain of the cramps had startled the child. At least Yao made an effort to better himself.
He's still as rotten as ever.
Yao doubted there would ever be a time when the "gentleman" would live up to his nickname. He had insisted the child live in London with him. Nevermind the cravings and physical pain Yao had battled to stay clean. He had went to get some tea and came back to find the child taken. Oh, how he had laughed.
What point is there?
Yao wondered what was the use of fighting something his body screamed for. What the use was for fighting to stay clean anymore. He shivered violently, feeling cold. He wrapped his arms around himself.
When did I get so thin?
Yao tried to remember the last time he had eaten something. Nothing came to mind. It could have been weeks or hours. Time didn't matter to him now. Nothing much mattered anymore. His hand touched something on the floor, something small. Yao picked it up, inspecting it.
The rattle. The rattle I gave him.
It was his child's favourite rattle. Yao smiled sadly, tears falling. He was reminded of a child with a sunny smile. Yao held the rattle to his chest, crying. The first cramps came as a dull ache. Then they got worse, as did Yao's weeping. But Yao wasn't crying for his own pain. He sobbed for the child that had been taken, the child that was probably being taught English instead of Chinese. Yao cried until he fell asleep, dreaming of that infant's sunny smile. Such a sunny child to be born of opium.